Looking back on the road, I feel that time has passed very quickly, and it has passed in a blink of an eye. Some things have become a thing of the past before I can do it or even recall it.
There will always be some unforgettable pictures in the tunnel of time, and sometimes there will always be entanglements at night.
Perhaps this is the true meaning of life, let's experience it slowly. Too many regrets and memories, we can only accept, but we can't keep and change. There are too many things in life that we can't escape. We can only face them and experience them.
Meeting is the pain of parting, and passing by is the fault of fleeting time. Everything in the world is in the cycle of parting and meeting, and we are just a small role, all playing our own roles in loneliness and flashy.
The gentle sunshine shines on my cheeks, and a gust of wind passes by my ear, bringing an unknown flower fragrance. I suddenly woke up from my dream. Unconsciously, the good times have passed, and it has been a long time. I am still intoxicated in my original dream, waiting for the edge of memory. ?
Accustomed to memories, memories of those roads, unforgettable people and stories, there will always be sadness and helplessness, so many beautiful memories, submerged by time, leaving residual memories and tangled dreams.
Time flies, I only wish the years were quiet. ?
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Time flies, and the years are quiet. This is an online novel created by people who only eat steamed buns and published on the starting point network.
Time flies, and the years are quiet; The past is vague and the youth is empty. The saddest thing in the world is the passage of time. In the depths of memory, we all have different childhood memories, either deep pain or calm and beautiful.
When our life is unhappy, we always dream back to that beautiful or unhappy childhood at midnight. Because you can't turn back, you are precious, reborn, and crossing, just to regret your youth.
I often think what will happen to us if we do it again, but everything is realistic and there is no if.
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Time flies, and the years are quiet.